Chapter 4- For Better Or Worse

While Grayson showered, Amberleigh returned to the other man in her life whom was cooking up quite the spread. The panic room was fully stocked with enough provisions to sustain four people for at least a year. In the past, Mr. Duvall was the one in charge of making sure all expired items were disposed of and a fresh supply of food and other necessities were maintained. Amber wondered if that was what had given the mysterious butler his way into spying in the past.

She was still convinced Mr. Duvall seemed the most likely suspect. Someone had set up a feed to the security cameras without Grayson’s knowledge or permission. The source couldn’t be traced as it was an encrypted server, according to the tech from the security company back in December.  Grayson had shut down the old system entirely and replaced it all with new. Added security measures made it unlikely to happen again, and the billionaire now controlled the stream of information in his own penthouse. They had yet to figure out the source of their invasion of privacy, but Amber’s money was still on the butler.

Courtney had access to Grayson’s bank accounts but not his panic room. That’s how little he trusted the cunt. Besides the heiress was dumb as fuck and not capable of the technological abilities it would have required. The maids were only granted access through Mr. Duvall on cleaning days, making it unlikely any of them had the time or privacy to have set up the remote feed. That left only some security techs, Leo, and now Amber with access to the panic room.

Grayson hadn’t given Mr. Duvall access yet, at least listening to Amber’s suggestion for a change. Not that he was entirely convinced Mr. Duvall was the culprit, but he was being more cautious and guarded these days. And with good reason for it of course. The Van Tessins were clearly out to get Grayson, eliminate him and thereby allowing his cunt wife to inherit all of his fortune. If they ever found out Amber was actually carrying Grayson’s rightful heir, then the baby’s life would also be in danger.

The evil bitch had been on a mission to create an heir of her own. Cuntney had been trying to pressure Grayson into fucking her. So far, the billionaire had evaded her unwanted advances. Amber had laid down the law with Grayson not to fuck or impregnate his cunt wife. And not just because Amber hated her and wanted Grayson for herself. Jealousy was the least of it in her opinion.

 The stupid whore didn’t even care any child the billionaire produced had a fifty percent chance of being born with the mutated gene for Huntington’s. It was all about the money to the greedy bitch. Furthermore, a sick child would mean Courtney would get all the money to herself sooner rather than later. The evil bitch probably prayed for a sick offspring. She was fucking despicable.

Amber took her anger and revulsion out on a piece of bacon Leo had fried up. She jerked a chunk of meat off savagely between her teeth.

“That bad huh?” her chef asked.

“Not because of Grayson. I was thinking of something else. He actually broke my heart Leo, but I didn’t let him know it. He was worried he hurt me, even forced himself on me, and he wondered if it was because of himself or his disease getting worse.”

Leo sighed and set down his spatula, “Oh fuck. I know he’s had more tremors lately, but I think he has a reason to be more angry these days all things considered.”

“I know that Leo. And I assured him he didn’t do anything wrong. We all were having fun, into it. I think I convinced him.”

Amber took a seat in a chair around the small, dark wood table. She poured herself a glass of juice.

“I’ll talk to him later Love. We’ll do things differently this time around. Make sure he doesn’t suffer in silence and not tell us what’s going on in that head of his.”

She nodded, “Him even admitting that to me was a pretty damn good start.”

It was true, Amber had been surprised by Grayson’s candor in the bathroom. She hoped it would continue. That he would feel like he could open up and talk to her. Trust her. She was the mother of his child after all.

Speaking of the handsome devil, Grayson emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung low across his hips. Leo gave his friend a toothy grin as he stirred a bowl of batter.

“I’m making waffles. Pull up a chair.”

Grayson put his hands on his hips, “So let me get this straight, there’s a fucking waffle maker in here?”

“Yes. Because I added one. It’s certainly qualifies as a necessity.”

Amber snorted and munched on the yogurt, the closest thing she was likely to get to fruits this morning if the strawberries at the bottom counted.

“Well unfortunately I checked and there’s no change of clothes. An oversight on my part. Which also leaves us with a problem. It’s two sixteen p.m., which means my staff are here…”

Amber laughed again when she realized the predicament they were all in. Naked and trapped in the panic room at least until the staff left for the day. That or all parade out in the hallway naked or in towels.

“You see it as a problem, I see it as an opportunity. We can all hang out in here a few more hours until they leave,” she winked in his direction.

It was up to the billionaire if he was up for anymore fucking. Amber was game of course. Leo probably wouldn’t object either. But Grayson might not have been in the right head space, still feeling guilty and worried he might take things too far. Amber doubted anything he could ever do to her in the bedroom would compare to some of the bad shit she’d been through. She knew in her heart he'd never hurt her like that.

 Like the time a john in the alley had left her bleeding from her vagina he’d gotten so rough. Amber was so sore, it had taken a few weeks before she could stand so much as a tampon up there. She’d resorted to giving blow jobs only during that time to support her oxy habit. She was surprised she’d survived past her teenaged years at all.

“Well I’m going to turn on the monitors and check things out,” declared Grayson.

Leo dumped some batter onto the waffle maker. A nice sizzle got Amber’s mouth watering and longing for more than just yogurt. And maybe some dessert of a different variety after breakfast.

“Suit yourself. But when the waffles are ready, your ass is joining us at the table,” said Leo.

Grayson sighed and walked over towards the monitors. That towel still clung deliciously over the pleasant shape of him. L-Dawg may have had the bigger dick, but G-Man had a plumper ass.

Of course, Leo looked equally as appealing right now. He’d thrown on an apron, but every time he turned away from her, Amber also got a nice peek of his bare ass. And it was also something to be admired.

Last night she had grabbed his firm ass a time or two. She’d also ran her tongue over the new, sensitive scars across his right abdomen. The scars hadn’t marred his perfect, tight abs, if anything had only added to his sex appeal in Amber’s opinion. And so far, Leo didn’t seem self-conscious about them either. Then again her chef usually wasn’t self-conscious about anything really. Man was fine and fucking knew it too.

Grayson fired up the monitors while Leo threw some more bacon onto her plate with a smile.

“Are you trying to get me fat babe?”

He chuckled, “Come on now, you’re eating for two. You look beautiful to me. I’m giving you dibs on the first waffle.”

“That’s just a misconception. During the second trimester you only need about three hundred extra calories a day, which you’ve already surpassed with that bacon,” said Grayson from the swivel chair in front of the monitors.

“And there’s the dick we all know and love,” snorted Amber.

He just shrugged with his back still turned to her. Leo shook his head. He put his hand atop hers.

“Don’t listen to that asshole. What do doctors know anyway Love? I like my ladies with meat on their bones.”

She grinned, “That you help to put there. You’re probably like one of those guys who has a fetish of getting their girl fat. A feeder. You want me like five hundred pounds and feeding me cake and fried chicken Leo.”

He slid a waffle fresh off the grill onto her plate. And covered it generously with syrup.

“I rather like the working off those extra calories part Love.”

Amber’s bare toes curled around the ledge of the barstool at the thought. After this breakfast, she’d definitely needs lots of cardio. He gave her a suggestive look, before licking his lips. Damn the things that man did to her heart and her pussy which was already growing moist again.

Grayson’s deep sigh diverted both their attentions. The billionaire had focused in on a person who immediately killed Amber’s mood and spoiled her appetite.

His cunt wife was pacing in her room. Courtney’s fake blonde hair was perfectly in place, piled half on her head, the rest flowing down her back. She had on a pristine white pants suit. Her makeup also had obviously also been done by her professional stylist.

Grayson clicked a button to allow the audio from the room. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“…never been so humiliated in all my life. I cried myself to sleep last night. He stood me up on Valentine’s Day Catrice! Daddy was so angry. I just…”

The stupid whore choked up for the benefit of her friend on the other line. But Courtney certainly didn’t look like a  fucking woman who’d cried herself to sleep the night before. Nor were her eyes even remotely wet as she choked out some sobs.

“I told him he absolutely couldn’t treat me this way! That daddy wouldn’t allow it. Everyone at the restaurant kept looking at me last night and his empty chair and I couldn’t stand it Catrice! I ran up to my room and-"

The audio abruptly cut out as Grayson had apparently heard enough. He even zoomed back out of her room to a split view screen of all the cameras at once.

All the other staff was present and accounted for. Angelina was turning down the sheets in the master suite. Grayson liked the way she made his bed the most, like no fucking wrinkles. Janelle was dusting in the foyer, the maid whom Amber knew the least about. Maria was cleaning the kitchen counters, working around Courtney’s personal slave Helga. The elderly Swedish woman was preparing tea as the chef Francois would not be back to start dinner until later in the evening. And like hell would the ice queen make her own tea. Or wipe her own pampered ass.

As for the shady butler, Mr. Duvall appeared to be gathering up the articles of clothing to take to the dry cleaners. Amber could see he’d already moved the clothes from the den. She wondered if it had been done before Courtney got to the penthouse. If not the pile of assorted clothes must have been a dead giveaway of what her husband had spent the night doing. Or precisely whom.

Amber had no remorse or regrets. Grayson had spent the love holiday with those who loved him most.  He’d been given the love and attention He’d deserved last night. And together the trio would face the fallout from it.

“That stupid cunt,” said Leo, “fuck that fake ass bitch! Don’t let her get to you Grayson. The truth will come out and she’ll rot in prison. The worse kind of hell for her, no botox and face lifts and asshole bleaches.”

Amber left her waffle behind. Shit was real when she abandoned food. She walked over and put a hand on Grayson’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you still want to do this Grayson? It’s not too late to finish those divorce papers. You don’t have to keep subjecting yourself to her crocodile bullshit,” she said.

His jaw clenched, “I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy that bitch and her father. To make them both pay for my brother. Nothing they put me through will compare to what they did to him.”

Amber didn’t have the heart to argue with him. Grayson had already suffered a lot thanks to Courtney and Hugo. He’d been snatched, held at gunpoint, beaten, deprived of proper food and water for days. His father-in-law had probably told the kidnappers to make Grayson suffer before they killed him. Or had those special instructions come from Courtney? Rage filled Amber. Both the men she loved had been hurt because of the Van Tessins callous greed.

“Well, we'll be right here with you the whole way brother. You’re not in this alone,” said Leo.

“I know. And that makes me even more worried. Adds more stress that either of you will get hurt. And it’s not something that sits well with me. You know I hate that either of you are involved in this fucked up mess.”

Amber squeezed his shoulder, “That’s what family is for Grayson. Togetherness in fucked up shit. So you’d better get used to the idea. Cause Leo and I are here to stay.”

Leo grinned as he took another waffle off the grill, “For better or worse brother.”

“Till death do us part,” Amber added.

She gave her billionaire a kiss on the cheek. His words were barely above a whisper, but she heard them regardless.

“That’s what I’m fucking afraid of…”